So you're not much for conversation Well I'm not a conversationalist Exchanging gifts, still wrapped in paperwork Like true working stiffs, who never admit That the sidewalks are not fit for walking On the skirts of oversized heads Watch the messengers dressed like Devo They're getting sloppy again I've got a craving for a magazine subscription I've got a thrist for the solace of print If we were indoors you'd have the bad luck I'd be rubbing it in Instead of soaking it in But I will not fight your umbrella wars I will not complain about dry skin And when the bottom drops on every floor I'll hold the towel That you've thrown I will not fight your umbrella wars I won't tone up in crowded gyms Found strength in lousy weather metaphors More ten years debt Sarcasms I will not fight in your umbrella wars I can't complain about dry skin And when the bottom drops on every floor I'll hold the towel That you've thrown